Leo’s head was pounding. The pain was the worst right between his eyes, but there was a sore spot on his neck that was almost as bad. It wasn’t his first time getting knocked out, but it was definitely the worst recovery he’d ever had. He felt like crap.

As soon as he could open his eyes, the first thing he did was try to reorient himself. It was easier said than done. The floor was bare concrete but polished to a shine. The walls were unadorned, painted a uniform white.

Leo’s instincts kicked in. He was in an unfamiliar place, in a potentially dangerous situation. The first thing he had to do was identify possible points of egress.

The room was quite spacious. There were a lot of shelving units. Most were laden with cardboard boxes. It looked like he’d been dumped in a warehouse of sorts, and if he had it right, there were likely to be windows and vents for ventilation.

Leo was right on the money. He spotted a few windows and a handful of vents, but they were all pretty high up. He couldn’t just leave, though. He had to make a plan.

He wasn’t sure where he was. Besides the fact that he was in a warehouse, he could have been anywhere. Refuge Point was a mega-city. Warehouses were a dime a dozen. There wasn’t even any guarantee that he was still in Refuge Point.

Leo didn’t think too much time had passed since he was knocked out, but he wasn’t sure. He trusted his intuition, but there were simply too many unknowns. He didn’t even exactly remember how he got here; his head was all sorts of foggy.

He wracked his brain but drew a blank. The last thing he remembered was waking up that morning. The recollection brought with it a reminder of how he’d felt that morning, too, his cock twitching despite the gravity of the situation.

Leo clutched his temples. He felt as if a bunch of cotton had been packed into his skull. It was so hard to think, so difficult to remember what else he’d done, where he could have been before he was here.

Grasping for clarity felt like swimming against the current, but he had to focus. The harder he tried, the more he felt he could remember. He’d gone to university, he remembered that. He went to his first class. He was horny. He was distracted.

Leo tried not to linger on the memory. It was nothing new or noteworthy after the past few weeks. Despite moving on quickly, the memory still managed to stir up some of those feelings inside him.

He’d gone to his kinesiology class, he was sure of that. He wouldn’t have missed it for the world. He was distracted there too, of course. How couldn’t he be? McInnes was the one that taught that class…

Leo’s eyes widened. McInnes. Like a sack of bricks, the memories slammed into him. Something had happened with Yuri. He’d gone home. He’d had a weird talk with Trevor. And then he’d gone to answer McInnes’ distress call.

He scrambled onto his hands and knees. He looked around again, and this time, he spotted the prone form of McInnes. The man was still out, sprawled on the ground not too far away.

Leo tried to stand but his were unsteady. Something wasn’t right, but he’d have to figure it out later. McInnes was his priority. He had to make sure McInnes was safe.

It took an awful lot of willpower to crawl all the way over, but Leo managed it. He checked that McInnes was still breathing, heaving a sigh of relief when he confirmed that McInnes was, in fact, still alive. He didn’t know what he would have done if McInnes wasn’t.

Leo gently took McInnes by the shoulders. He meant to shake the man awake, but stopped just short. He reached up and touched his face, making sure that his mask was still firmly in place. It was, thankfully.

He felt that he could trust McInnes. No. He knew that he could trust McInnes. But when it came to superhero identities, it was about more than trust. If he exposed his secret identity to McInnes, it would only put McInnes in greater danger, and that was the last thing that he wanted.

Satisfied that his mask wasn’t coming off, Leo resumed his efforts to awaken McInnes. Nothing seemed to happen for a few minutes, but eventually, McInnes began to stir.

McInnes’ gaze met Leo’s. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He reached up, his fingertips brushing against the side of Leo’s cheeks. “It’s you… Oh, this is such a wonderful dream…”

Leo shook his head, gently curling his fingers around McInnes’ wrist. He leaned into the touch and returned the smile, but he took on a more serious tone when he spoke. “I’m sorry to say, but this isn’t a dream. This is very real, and it’s not as pleasant as you might think.”

McInnes chuckled. He must have still been half-asleep, or at least still under the influence of whatever drug had knocked him out in the first place. “How could it not be pleasant when you’re right here with me?”

A tinge of pink bloomed across Leo’s cheeks. “I appreciate the kind words, but I’m really being serious. This isn’t a trivial situation. We’re in danger. And we need to figure out how to escape. If that’s not an option, we need to figure out how to send for help.”

McInnes was slowly waking up in the proper sense. He frowned and sat up, taking the hand that Leo proffered. He looked around and said, “Do you know where we are?”

Leo shook his head. “A warehouse somewhere. That’s as far as I got, though. I haven’t had a chance to look out the windows yet, so I don’t even know if we’re still in Refuge Point.”

McInnes took a breath. He was trying to be strong, but there was a clear tremor in his voice. He shook his head and laughed. “All I wanted to do was teach, you know. Maybe I should have just done what everyone said and kept my head down.”

“I don’t agree,” said Leo. “It’s exactly the fact that you stuck to your principles that makes you a good teacher. How are students going to learn if they can just bluff, lie, and threaten their way to good grades?”

McInnes patted the side of Leo’s face. It seemed he appreciated the consolation, but he just sighed and said, “And where did my principles get me? In a warehouse, somewhere. Potentially not even in the city I’ve lived in all my life? Principles don’t exactly pay the bill and now they’ve gotten me involved in something much bigger than what I signed up for.”

Leo gently took McInnes by the wrist and squeezed. “I’ll get you out. I promise you that. No matter what it takes. I won’t let them touch you.”

McInnes laughed. It was a bitter, brittle sound that sent a pang of guilt through Leo. “I’m so far out of my depth I don’t even know who ‘they’ are supposed to be,” he said.

As if on cue, Chimera walked in to interrupt the moment. “That would be me and my men, Professor,” he said, his face not visible but the smirk nevertheless clear in his tone. “Pleasure to meet you. You may call me Chimera.”

---

Leo interposed an arm between McInnes and Chimera. Frustratingly, his legs were still refusing to cooperate. But he’d be damned if he let Chimera lay another finger on McInnes.

“I don’t know what your objective is, but you won’t get away with it,” said Leo. “My family’s going to notice I’m missing soon. They’re going to find me. They’re going to rescue us. And they’re going to put a stop to whatever nefarious scheme you’re cooking up.”

Chimera chuckled, but he pointedly ignored Leo. He turned his attention to McInnes instead. “I remember that you said you didn’t believe in heroes, Professor. Rather shortsighted, don’t you think? They’re everywhere. You just have to know where to look.”

Crouching down in front of McInnes and Leo, Chimera continued. “See, the problem with heroes is that they’re such goody-two-shoes even when they’re technically committing a crime just by existing that they tend to be… predictable.”

McInnes frowned. “I’m not sure what that has to do with anything,” he said. “So what if they’re predictable? They don’t do anything wrong. All they want to do is protect people.”

Leo felt a twinge of pride at McInnes’ stalwart defense of heroes. “The government might like to call them all criminals, but at least they don’t do anything actually criminal. At least they don’t take advantage of the people who need the most help.”

Chimera gasped. “You don’t even know me yet, Professor, and you’re already making assumptions. A bit racist, don’t you think?” He laughed. “I prefer to think of what I do as giving opportunities to the disadvantaged.”

A handful of guys came up. They were all dressed in the same uniforms and carrying the same guns. “Hey, boys. Do any of you think you’re being exploited at all?”

The answer was a resounding no, though one of the henchmen broke in with, “Well, except maybe for my grandmother’s special brownie recipe.”

“Shut up, bro,” said one of the others.

“It’s okay,” Chimera waved them off. “Those brownies are worth doing war crimes over, in any case, so they don’t count.”

Leo was taken aback by the remarkable discipline of Chimera’s goons. They acted more like soldiers, not hired guns. They were just standing around, but they were disciplined. They were alert.

Chimera’s henchmen might have looked relaxed to the untrained eye, but Leo could tell that they were on high alert. There were no unnecessary movements. At least two pairs of eyes were on him and McInnes at any given moment. And they were also actively scanning the room, communicating with looks and subtle gestures—likely about potential threats.

The level of organization was well beyond what Leo expected. He was used to dealing with gangs and local crime lords. Those guys usually ended up with a bunch of incompetent idiots playing mercenary for them.

Sure, the crime bosses themselves might have been level-headed, charismatic, and worthy of a modicum of respect, but those villains had never shown much of a capacity for organization-building. Chimera, it seemed, was a different beast entirely.

Chimera’s troupe was markedly different from the average in Leo’s experience. They acted more like a private military than a criminal syndicate. The level of discipline involved… Leo couldn’t even imagine it.

There was one thing that these men made abundantly clear to Leo: there was much more to Chimera than he originally thought. This was a proper criminal enterprise on the level of the cartels, more than the bunch of no-good low-lives that he’d gotten used to fighting over the years.

“Where have you taken us?” hissed Leo through gritted teeth. He bristled as he was once again ignored.

Chimera tapped something on his forearm and said, “I hope you boys are keeping track.”

The men in question chuckled. They seemed to be sporting forearm devices of their own. “Yes, Sir!” they responded, each one marking something off on their wrist computers.

Leo couldn’t make heads or tails of what was happening. He made to speak, but Chimera just talked over him. “Are you even hearing what this guy is saying?” he said with a laugh. “Alright. I want to make a guess about you. That’ll be fine, right?”

McInnes narrowed his eyes. He was rightfully skeptical.

“Don’t interact,” said Leo. “Don’t give him what he’s asking for. He just wants to show off. Get in your head.”

McInnes gave Leo a look. “Trust me, please,” he said.

Leo hesitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust McInnes, but nothing good ever came from talking to villains. In the end, he backed off. If McInnes had a plan, he wasn’t going to get in the way of it. He couldn’t see how they were both going to escape unscathed, so he figured it couldn’t hurt to have McInnes try something out.

McInnes turned to Chimera. “Alright. Go ahead.”

Chimera chuckled. “Thank you. Now, I think that you’re a bit of a geek. The kind that grew up on superhero comics and movies. Am I wrong?”

McInnes shook his head. “You’re right. Superheroes were my childhood. It’s why I stopped believing in heroes. I got older. I saw the world for what it is. Things are so bad, there couldn’t possibly be heroes, because if there were, they’d be making things better.”

“That’s frightfully naïve,” said Chimera. “There are so many problems in the world than heroes can solve. But I’m not interested in discussing philosophy. I’m more curious about what you think of your little friend here. I’m sure the thought’s crossed your mind. He’s been saying exactly the kinds of things comic heroes would say.”

McInnes’ cheeks turned a faint shade of red as he flushed. He turned away, avoiding Leo’s gaze. “Maybe a little,” he admitted.

Leo was a bit dismayed. He’d just said what felt right. Honestly, he wasn’t even entirely sure why McInnes’ admission felt like a slight against him. He felt like he should be proud of being compared to the heroes in the comics. They were righteous. They upheld justice. They were heroes. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Chimera was demeaning him with this line of questioning.

“Stop the games. Why are we here? Why are you going after him? What’s so special about him that you have to go this far?” said Leo. Then, when he realized what he’d said, he turned to McInnes and said, “No offense.”

McInnes gave him a small, sympathetic smile. “None taken. I want to know, too.”

Chimera laughed. “I already told you. I have no real interest in Mr. Professor over here. He was just the easiest way I could get to you.” He paused for a moment. “Well, to be honest. Now that I’ve heard from the Professor, I’m interested in making use of him too. But then again, more in the sense that I want to use him as a part of my plans for you, so…”

Leo didn’t like where this was going. He was relieved that he was the target, not McInnes, but he couldn’t ignore Chimera’s comment. “There’s bad blood between you and my fa—my team. It’s bad enough you already poisoned us to corner our leader. Why did you involve an innocent civilian in our conflict?”

Chimera snorted. “The Professor’s involved because he’s going to be useful. I’m not going to touch a single hair on his head as long as he cooperates. And really, all I want him to do is to be present and pay attention.”

Leo felt a shiver run down his spine. Somehow, he felt as if Chimera’s eyes were boring into the very depths of his soul.

“To make a long story short… I want the Professor to watch what I’m going to do to you, White Tiger.”

---

Leo could practically hear Chimera licking his lips. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been wanting this. I’ve been itching to get my hands on you for a while. I’m going to enjoy this more than I can express.”

Chimera chuckled. “You might not enjoy this. But your enjoyment doesn’t particularly matter to me at this point.”

Leo felt a chill. He tried to circulate his qi, but something was interfering. The turbulence in his internal energy made it difficult to move and rendered his powers practically inert.

He was hoping to draw on his qi to recover faster, but despite his best efforts, his body still refused to move the way he wanted it to. His legs felt like they were made of jelly—not the best condition to be in when confronting a villain that had already defeated him once.

There’s another thing: Leo isn’t sure why, but he felt intimidated by being in Chimera’s presence. He never usually felt so apprehensive, even when facing quite dangerous villains. For some reason, though, just being in the same room as Chimera at this moment was tying a cold knot of dread in the pit of his gut.

Leo swallowed his misgivings. He couldn’t afford to be weak here. McInnes was watching, and he’d promised that he was going to protect him. Sure, Chimera had said that he wasn’t going to hurt McInnes, but Leo knew better than to trust the words of a criminal.

“I don’t know what you’re planning, but it’s not going to work. I’m going to stop you and I’m going to break us both out of here,” said Leo.

Chimera chuckled. “You can try,” he said. “Actually, I’d prefer if you did. That would make this so much more entertaining.”

With a wave, Chimera motioned two of his henchmen forward. One grabbed McInnes and carefully pulled him away. “Hey, wait!” McInnes protested, but he didn’t say more when Leo gave him a look.

The other henchman grabbed Leo by the scruff of the neck and bent down to press an injector against the side of his neck. Leo tried to hit the man’s arm away from him, but the henchman was surprisingly solid.

Chimera clicked his tongue. “I said I wouldn’t harm him if he cooperated. I suppose I should have clarified that you were supposed to cooperate, too.”

Leo glared at Chimera. “I should have known,” he said.

“What, that I’m a dirty liar?” said Chimera with a laugh. “Well, I know that. But I promise I always meant you had to cooperate, too. Now stop being such a bitch. All I’m doing is giving you the chance to get away. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Leo glanced at McInnes. He had to be rational here. McInnes didn’t seem to be in any immediate danger. The henchman watching him didn’t even seem to have a weapon, but given the circumstances, things could turn dangerous in a flash.

“Fine,” said Leo as he lowered his hands. “Get on with it.”

He hissed as the needle plunged into his neck. But as the strength flowed back into his body, he sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening. He stood up, shaking off the henchman’s hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t get why you’d do this,” said Leo.

Chimera chuckled. “I’m nothing if not generous. You wanted to escape. I’m giving you a chance. This is it,” he said as he took a step forward and spread his arms wide. “All you have to do is beat me and I’ll let the two of you leave. But just know that I don’t play games I don’t intend to win—and I don’t need a handicap to beat you.”

Leo narrowed his eyes. “Well,” he said, as he rolled his shoulders, “Don’t blame me if I get a little punchy.”

He was confident as he strode forward. He threw a punch, but something was wrong. Chimera had given his strength back, but something was missing. The speed he was used to was entirely absent.

Leo frowned. His internal energy was still in turmoil. He couldn’t mobilize his qi in the way he normally would. It was frustrating, and probably the only reason that Chimera managed to avoid his attack.

No matter. Leo shook it off. He’d fought like this before. He still had his martial arts, and if Chimera was insisting on hand-to-hand combat, he was confident he could win.

Chimera laughed after dodging. “Is that the best you could do?” he said. “Alright. I’ll give you three attacks. Just hit me once and I’ll consider that a loss.”

Leo bristled.

“Oh, and by the way, you’ve already used your first attack.”

Chimera certainly knew how to push buttons. Leo knew an insult when he heard it. It poked at his pride as a martial artist and, even though he knew better than to fall for the provocation, he threw himself into his next attack.

Leo feigned a punch to Chimera’s jaw, but changed tack at the last second. Even if his qi wasn’t working, he was still an esper. He was still faster than a regular human. Chimera wasn’t supposed to be able to react to the punch rocketing toward his exposed stomach, and yet, somehow, he did.

Chimera caught Leo by the wrist. He pushed Leo’s arm away, deflecting the force of the strike. “Two down,” he said with a laugh, adding insult to injury.

Leo’s heart pounded in his chest. This wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. He growled under his breath, his determination to win allowing him to grasp a wisp of his internal energy.

It wasn’t a lot, but it filled him. For now, at least, he had his speed back. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t going to last long. All he needed to do was land one hit.

Leo rushed forward, launching into a flurry of feints. Chimera dodged or blocked each one, but that didn’t matter. He hadn’t made his actual attack yet, and it seemed that Chimera knew it.

All he had to do was wait for an opening. He could feel his speed faltering. He tried to draw on his qi, but to no avail. He pushed himself harder, further, faster.

Leo’s eyes glowed. He was on the brink of a breakthrough. He was close. So close. If only he could reach it, he might be able to overcome this hurdle.

Out of the corner of his eye, Leo glimpsed McInnes. There was worry in the man’s gaze, but a faint glimmer of hope, too. This was a man that had admitted he didn’t believe in heroes and Leo wasn’t about to give him another reason not to.

It was the push Leo needed. With a roar, he pushed past his limits. The whole world seemed to slow down. Suddenly, he spotted an opening. He mustered all his strength and pitched his fist into a blow that would hit just under the bottom rib on Chimera’s left side. The pain was going to be debilitating. His victory would be unquestionable.

Leo’s fist slammed into flesh, the impact audible. He felt jubilant at first. Triumphant. Until he realized that the texture was wrong. He looked down. Chimera had caught his fist. Despite his speed, Chimera had managed to block him.

Chimera’s head turned, the glossy visor of his helmet glinting as it caught the light. He looked at McInnes and chuckled. “What did I tell you? Predictable.” With those words, he turned back to Leo and said, “My turn.”

Leo’s eyes widened. Chimera’s fingers locked around his fist. He tried to pull back, but Chimera’s grip was too strong. Unnaturally strong.

With a twist of his wrist, Chimera twisted Leo’s arm. A pained gasp escaped Leo as the agony of it shot up into his shoulder. He couldn’t understand it. He’d been faster than any human should have been able to react, and yet somehow Chimera had managed it.

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. Could the opening he’d spotted have been a trap? He’d thought that Chimera was struggling to keep up with his assault, but maybe he should have expected the villain to play dirty.

He didn’t have much time to replay the details of the bout in his mind. A heartbeat later, he felt the distinctive impact of knuckles in his gut.

Stars swam in Leo’s eyes. He doubled over, clutching his stomach with his good arm. The pain hurt more than he expected, the blow striking exactly the right spot to send his internal energy into further turmoil.

“So much for a hero,” said Chimera, yanking Leo’s arm away to deliver a second blow. “Is this all that you amount to? I thought you were supposed to be some sort of bigshot. Your team wouldn’t have picked you if you were mediocre, right?”

“Fucker,” Leo growled under his breath. “Fight fair. Then I’ll show you what I’m made of.”

Chimera laughed. “Excuses, excuses. This isn’t a duel. I’m a criminal. Underhanded is how I fight. If you’re so good, then you should be able to win regardless of what I do.”

Leo fumed, but he had no comeback. Chimera had a point, as much as he loathed to admit it. He took a moment to catch his breath and regain his composure. He hadn’t managed to land a hit, but he could still win by beating Chimera up.

Before Leo could muster the strength for a counterattack, Chimera drove his fist into Leo’s stomach again. “What, did you think your enemy would wait for you to recover on a real battlefield?” Chimera said with a sneer.

Leo lurched forward. Spittle spewed from his mouth. His eyes glazed over from the pain. Chimera was truly much stronger than was reasonable. It hurt so much more than he thought it would.

“They say don’t hit a person while he’s down,” Chimera murmured. He grabbed Leo by the hair and yanked him up. “But that’s stupid. That’s exactly when you should hit a person. If you want to keep him down, anyway.”

Leo glared at Chimera. “Do whatever you want, criminal scum. You’ll never break me.”

Chimera grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that. I take it as a challenge.” He splayed his fingers over Leo’s stomach and added, “You’ve got a gorgeous body, I’ll give you that. Nice abs. Tight. Hard. I can feel the contours through your suit.”

Leo involuntarily clenched his abs. A faint frisson of arousal coursed through him at Chimera’s touch but he ignored it—or tried his best to, anyway.

Chimera chuckled. Then he punched Leo in the gut again.

“Stop it!” McInnes called out in alarm. He’d gotten up, but the henchman keeping an eye on him had stopped him. “Haven’t you done enough?!”

The impact was devastating. Leo couldn’t breathe for a good few seconds. Even with his abs tense, it hadn’t helped reduce the pain. If anything, it was even worse.

Out of reflex, Leo tried to bend at the hip to protect his stomach, but Chimera’s grip was too strong. Sharp pain lanced through his scalp as he was forced to stay mostly upright. He truly didn’t understand why it hurt so much. He was supposed to be much sturdier than this.

Chimera laughed. “You must feel like you wasted an awful lot of time on those crunches… I can’t believe you can’t even take a couple of punches.”

Leo took a shaky breath. It hurt. Trying to push the pain aside took every ounce of willpower that he had left. He raised his gaze to meet Chimera’s and said, “I-is that the best you can do?”

“That bravado would be admirable if I didn’t know it was so hollow,” said Chimera. “Don’t worry, though. We’re just getting started.”

Chimera motioned for two of his henchmen. They were huge men, broad-shouldered and with thick arms that strained the sleeves of their shirts. They cracked their knuckles and rolling their shoulders. Their faces were obscured by their masks, but there was a sadistic glee in their eyes.

Leo felt a twinge of dread as Chimera released his hair and came up behind him. He was pulled up by his armpits, his stomach exposed. With a gesture from Chimera, the two henchmen started. They slammed their fists into Leo’s gut, sending fresh agony through Leo’s body with every brutal impact.

There was no opportunity for Leo to catch his breath or gather his thoughts. Ironically enough, though, neither henchman seemed to hit as hard as Chimera could.

“Stop! Just stop!” McInnes yelled. His guard had to actively hold him back. “What’s the point of all this? He’s clearly defenseless! I don’t know what you want, but I’ll try to give it to you. Just let him go and I’ll do everything in my power to get you what you want!”

Chimera laughed. “Well, I suppose you could always take his place. No guarantees you won’t break, though.”

Hearing McInnes threatened, Leo felt something of a second wind. He turned his head and growled, “Don’t you dare. Do whatever you want to me, but you can’t touch him.”

Chimera grabbed Leo’s face and forced him to look at McInnes. “Your sense of self-sacrifice is too good. Because what I want is for you to suffer. And it’s a relief to hear that you’ll be cooperating to make sure that happens.”

Turning to the henchman assigned to McInnes, Chimera said, “Make sure the good Professor is watching. I don’t want him missing a single moment.”

Chimera released Leo and with a single gesture, had his men step back. The henchmen obeyed without hesitation and returned to their original positions. “Kneel,” he said.

Leo shook his head. “Never.”

“That was the answer I was hoping for,” said Chimera. His fist slammed into Leo’s stomach once again and, having already been softened up by the two large henchmen, Leo crumpled to the ground.

“Let me make one thing clear: when I tell you to jump, your first thought shouldn’t be ‘Should I?’, it should be ‘How high?’. You do want to make sure he doesn’t get hurt, right?” Chimera jerked his head toward McInnes.

Leo glared balefully at Chimera. But what was he supposed to do? He was in an indisputably disadvantageous position. His only option was to play along and wait until he could find an opportunity.

“Yes, Sir,” said Chimera.

Leo frowned. Was Chimera talking to someone else? Was there someone else backing this entire operation? He looked at the criminal, confused.

“You’re certainly dense, aren’t you?” said Chimera with a wry grin. “That’s how you tell me that you understand what I just said.”

Leo gritted his teeth. Indignity piled upon indignity. But he had no choice. If he were the only one whose safety was on the line, he’d have been more defiant, but he couldn’t risk McInnes, too. “Yes, Sir,” he said through his teeth.

As soon as he’d said it, the strangest thing happened. His cock twitched. A thread of pleasure worked its way through him. A chill ran down his spine. No. No, no, no. He couldn’t be getting turned on by this.

“Good boy,” Chimera drawled.

There it was again. A faint twinge of pleasure made Leo’s cheeks warm, but he tried to push it down. He didn’t acknowledge it. He couldn’t acknowledge it.

“Now, stop slumping. You’re a hero, aren’t you? Even when you’re on your knees, you should be dignified and strong,” said Chimera.

“Yes. Sir,” said Leo, fighting down the groan that threatened to spill from him as he did what was told, and felt good for doing so.

“Arms behind your head.”

Leo’s cheeks turned pink. “Yes, Sir.” His cock was starting to swell. With his arms folded behind his head, he wouldn’t be able to hide it. Even though no one had noticed yet, it was humiliating. And to make matters worse, the potential for more humiliation threatened to feed his arousal instead of diminishing it.

Chimera kicked Leo’s knees apart and held his hand out in front of Leo’s face. His fingers twitched and wickedly sharp claws shot out of the tips of his gloves. With just two precise swipes, he cut the chest area of Leo’s uniform into ribbons.

The sensation of the cool air on his skin made Leo immediately break out into goosebumps. His exposed nipples didn’t take long to harden, either, which he supposed must have been the intention, as Chimera crouched to start playing with the sensitive nubs.

Leo’s cock twitched as his nipples were rubbed between Chimera’s thumbs and index fingers. He fought down the moan that threatened to spill from his lips.

He shouldn’t have lowered his guard just because Chimera was doing something that felt good to him. The angle of the light shining on Chimera’s visor allowed him to see a small smirk on Chimera’s lips. That was the only warning he got.

Leo tossed his head back and yowled as Chimera yanked and twisted his nipples. The pain was sharp, but there was a distinct undercurrent of pleasure, like a spark of electricity that went straight to his dick.

He tried to ignore it. He didn’t want it. But his traitorous body responded, anyway. His horniness never went away. It was just pushed aside because of the gravity of the situation. Now, it returned full-force.

Leo’s cock twitched and as soon as he realized that he was half-hard, it was almost as if a switch in his head flipped. He went from survival mode to horny mode just like that.

Chimera chuckled. “I was hoping those would be sensitive. I’m going to have a lot of fun playing with them,” he said. “Do you recognize these?”

Leo blanched. Chimera was holding up a pair of his stun discs. “Yes, Sir,” he said almost breathlessly.

“My friends tell me that you’re pretty fond of these. I wonder if you’ve ever had a taste of your own medicine…” said Chimera with a raised eyebrow.

Leo gulped. His mouth had gone dry. He shook his head no. “No, Sir, I haven’t,” he said, though he knew where this was going already. He didn’t want McInnes to see this—to see his shame—but he knew that at this point, neither of them had a say in the matter.

Chimera laughed. “This will be a great learning experience, then.” With just a flick of his wrist, he threw the two discs at Leo. They flew accurately, each one landing on one of Leo’s nipples.

Leo hissed as the discs latched on. For a moment, nothing happened. He tensed in apprehension for the shock he was sure was coming. With every moment that it was delayed, the knot of dread in his stomach got tighter and colder.

Then it came. The shock coursed through his system. One should have been enough to take a grown man out. Two was definitely overkill. How he managed to stay conscious was beyond him, but he wasn’t sure it was a good thing.

Searing pain lanced through Leo’s nipples. It almost felt like he was getting them pierced, but continuously and mercilessly. He arched his spine, looking at the ceiling as he tossed his head back and screamed, “ARRGHH!! FUCK!!”

The intense pain left Leo gasping for air once it was finally over. His eyes were watering. Drool was trickling out of the corner of his mouth. But the worst part was how hard it made him.

He didn’t know why the pain turned him on so much, only that he felt as if all the electricity had gone straight to his dick. There was no hiding the tent that his cock made in his pants, no way to conceal the shame that he felt.

“You’re hurting him! Stop!” McInnes yelled from the sidelines.

Chimera laughed. “Am I? Well, I should hope so. That was the point, after all,” he said.

The criminal stood up. He kicked Leo’s knees further apart and, as if Leo’s shame weren’t already obvious enough, caressed the side of Leo’s straining erection with his foot. “It doesn’t look like he’s objecting, anyway. If anything, it seems like he’s enjoying this.”

Leo couldn’t bear to look at McInnes, but he had to, at the same time. McInnes said nothing, but the look of confusion and disbelief in his eyes said more than words ever could.

Shame pulsed through Leo. His cheeks felt like they were burning, and soon the tips of his ears were the same. He didn’t think he’d ever been so humiliated.

It felt awful. But it also felt good. It was confusing. He didn’t know what to make of it. But the thought that McInnes’ view of him might change, that McInnes might start seeing him as some sort of masochistic pervert instead of a hero as a result of this torment made his cock throb. Visibly, too.

Chimera chuckled. His claws came out again. “I heard you’re packing something impressive down there. It’d be a shame to keep it hidden when it clearly wants to come out so badly.”

Leo braced himself as Chimera’s hand went down over his crotch. He was both relieved and baffled that he didn’t flinch. Those razor claws came very close. He felt the wickedly sharp tip of one just brushed up against his shaft.

In a moment, Leo’s bottoms were shredded. His underwear was the same. His balls fell out of the hole, his cock springing free. He was as hard as he had ever been, a bead of pre-cum dangling from the tip.

Much to his shame, Leo was incredibly horny. His cock felt like it could explode at any moment. The disbelief and incredulity in McInnes’ gaze sent a pang of fear through him, but, at the same time, it just made him hornier.

Chimera smirked. He brought out more of Leo’s shock discs. He attached one to each of Leo’s balls, one to the base of Leo’s cock, and then another one about halfway up Leo’s shaft.

Leo braced for the shock, but it never came. Chimera chuckled. “I control when they discharge,” said Chimera. “And these are new and improved. They can go multiple times.”

Chimera tapped his forearm to trigger the discs. The shock lasted for only a fraction of a second, but it was enough to make Leo’s mind go blank.

The jolt through his dick and balls was unlike anything Leo had ever experienced. It was agony. It was ecstasy. When it was over, his dick was bouncing and leaking, dripping pre-cum all over the floor while his balls tingled.

Just as Leo was about to recover, Chimera activated the shock again. This time, the discs on Leo’s nipples activated too.

Leo saw stars. A raw cry was torn from his throat. He couldn’t stay upright and landed on all fours, his dick twitching and spasming as the current continued to flow.

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Leo came to with a jolt. He hadn’t even realized he’d passed out. His face was on the floor, a puddle of drool under his cheek. His knees were akimbo. His ass was in the air. His cock was rock hard and twitching.

When he tried to pull himself up off the floor, his arms and legs gave out. They felt like jelly. Moments later, he felt Chimera’s hand in his hair. He scrambled helplessly, following the criminal as he was dragged over to a chair.

A sharp pain radiated from his side as Chimera kicked him over onto his back. He landed with a quiet thump and a grunt just as Chimera was sitting down in the chair.

Chimera leaned forward and grabbed Leo by the hips, dragging him closer. He pulled Leo’s lower body up, propping it up against his knees.

Leo clutched his side, too distracted by the pain to fight as Chimera folded him nearly in half. His ass was in the air. His shoulders were on the floor. As the pain faded to a dull ache, he couldn’t help but notice that his position now was reminiscent of that time he’d tried to suck his own dick as a randy teenager.

Managing to catch his breath, Leo said, “You’re a pervert.”

Chimera laughed. “Yes, and proud of it. There’s nothing wrong with being a deviant. I own it. The question is: do you? I may be a pervert, but isn’t the one getting turned on by all of this just as much of one?”

Leo spluttered, his cheeks taking on a deep scarlet tinge. From his position, he looked to McInnes but couldn’t bring himself to meet McInnes’ gaze. The proof of Chimera’s words was plain to see. It was stiff. It was throbbing. And now, it was leaking pre-cum all over his face.

Chimera extended only the claw on his index finger. With surgical precision, he teased open the seat of Leo’s pants, cutting through the fabric with ease.

Retracting the claw, Chimera grabbed the two sides and pulled them apart. Leo’s pants and underwear tore open.

Leo’s ass met the air. His tender hole twitched. He was still slick and cummy from Yuri breeding him earlier, and now he was exposed. In front of McInnes, no less. The shame and humiliation of it made his cock throb and leak.

“What a surprise,” Chimera laughed. “Who would have thought that the mighty White Tiger was really a Cummy Pink Pussy all along? Well, surprise might be an exaggeration.”

Chimera reached to the side and grabbed a dildo out of one of the cardboard boxes on the shelves. It was made of shiny, glossy black rubber and it was huge. He lined it up with Leo’s cock just to emphasize how big it was, and it dwarfed Leo’s dick.

Not only was that fat rubber cock nearly twice or even thrice as thick as Leo’s cock, it was also long enough that it reached all the way from Leo’s taint to his navel and even a few inches past.

“I’d always pegged you for a bitch, you know,” said Chimera with a smirk. “You might look like a big, strong hero to everyone else, but I’ve always had a knack for sniffing out cunts when I see them.”

Chimera produced a tube of lube and squirted it onto Leo’s hole. Without warning or preamble, he shoved two fingers inside.

Despite himself, Leo opened up for Chimera. He choked down the low moan that threatened to spill from him, his cheeks burning with humiliation at the fact that he had to go through this while McInnes was watching.

Leo couldn’t help but think that McInnes would see him differently now. He was used goods. Dirty. Perverse. And McInnes wouldn’t be wrong, either.

It took him by surprise how easily his body had accepted the invasion. He had expected to feel some sort of resistance, but besides the faint burn of his hole stretching around Chimera’s fingers, he yielded pathetically easily.

The third finger that Chimera added before long slipped right into Leo. He wasn’t gentle about it, either. He fucked Leo with his fingers, plunging them in and out of Leo’s hole with enough force that the air filled with the lewd squelching of Leo’s violation.

“Look at the grip on that thing,” Chimera laughed, slowing down just to show off the way that Leo’s asshole clung to his fingers on the out stroke. “Now that’s what I call a proper ass-cunt. It would be a waste not to train it.”

Leo resisted the urge to whine when the fingers finally left his ass. They’d felt so good pumping in and out of his soft hole. Now, he felt so empty.

His disappointment wasn’t very long-lived, though. He saw Chimera slathering lube all over the dildo and then felt the blunt head press up against his hole. “Open that pussy wide, baby. Here comes the battering ram.”

Leo’s eyes widened. The dildo felt impossibly huge, knocking at his asshole. “W-wait,” he said. “Y-you need to stop. That’s not going to fit. That’s going to tear me open. I-I don’t want to get split in half!”

His cheeks burned. How far he’d fallen, having to resort to begging a criminal not to fuck him so hard. He could only imagine what McInnes was thinking of him now.

Leo’s cock throbbed. The thought of McInnes sneering at him, treating him like he was some sort of pathetic, gutter-dwelling trash, sent inexplicable shivers of pleasure through his body.

Chimera’s foot on his face brought Leo back to the moment. “That’s exactly the point of this exercise,” he said. “To break you, that is.” He lined the dildo up with Leo’s hole and pushed down.

Leo clenched involuntarily, but there was so much force in that one thrust that his hole gave in under the pressure. The rest of the dildo slammed into place, the rubber balls at the base smashing into his ass cheeks.

His spine arched. The moan he was trying to hold back spilled out of him despite his best efforts. With every inch that slid into his guts, the pitch went up.

Leo didn’t want McInnes to see this, but he was powerless to stop it. His toes curled. His legs tensed. His cock spurted globs of pre-cum all over his pretty face.

The dildo was so big. Leo felt so full he was sure he was going to burst. The pain of having such a huge thing shoved into his guts was enough to make his eyes prick with tears. He hoped that Chimera would give him the chance to adjust to the dildo, but he knew better than to believe it would happen.

Almost as soon as the dildo was buried hilt-deep, Chimera was pulling it out again. With every inch that slid out of his hole, Leo was sure that Chimera would stop. Past the halfway point, he was sure that it would be enough. But Chimera just keep going.

Leo’s blood ran cold when Chimera left only the very tip of the dildo inside him. It was like a foot in the doorway. He knew what was coming next.

Chimera must have noticed the look on his face. “Oh, come on. Am I really that cruel?” he said.

Leo knew better than to take believe Chimera, but he couldn’t help himself. He relaxed, letting his guard down.

Of course, Chimera took advantage. The dildo slammed into Leo once again, this time with more force than before.

Leo saw stars. His cock bounced. His legs shook.

“I just needed you to relax,” said Chimera with a laugh. “Don’t worry, you’ll be too wrecked to resist before long.”

That was all the warning that Leo got. Chimera was brutal. He plunged the dildo in and out of Leo’s guts as if he were manually working a jackhammer.

Leo felt like a flitch of firewood. Any moment now, he was going to split in two. He could feel his guts getting dragged around and rearranged.

He tried to fight his moans, but that didn’t last more than a handful of thrusts. Desperate, incoherent mewling bubbled up from his throat, forced out of him with every thrust of that dildo in his hole.

The torment went on for about a minute. Then, the agony of having his insides battered by the massive rubber cock began to give way. There was still some pain from having a veritable club shoved into him to stir up his innards, but before long another sensation asserted itself.

Leo moaned. The fat head and the crown of the glans rubbed against his prostate with every thrust. His cock dripped, his balls pulling tight against his body. Before he knew it, his hips were moving on their own, bucking against the dildo as if he were desperate to welcome it deeper inside him.

On some level, maybe he was.

“You like it now, don’t you?” said Chimera with a laugh. “You were born to be a cunt. Embrace it. Stop pretending to be something you’re not. You were always meant to be more of a sperm bucket than anything else, anyway.”

Leo couldn’t put the words together to mount a coherent defense. All he could do was moan and whimper, grinding his ass against the fat rubber hog that was proving Chimera’s point.

Pressure coiled in the pit of his stomach. His balls churned with his load. Every jarring thrust of that fat black dildo that made his teeth chatter brought him closer and closer to the point of no return.

His spine arched. His toes curled. His thighs wobbled as his legs shook, his cries going higher and higher.

Chimera noticed. He fucked Leo with the dildo more brutally, knowing how close he was getting Leo. He held down one of Leo’s legs, using the extra leverage to force the dildo harder and deeper.

Leo tried to hold back, but he couldn’t. His head thumped against the floor. He moaned, his stomach tightening as his cock swelled and pulsed, dripping pre-cum all over him.

Suddenly, there was a shock. His nipples, cock, and balls were suddenly on fire. Enough voltage to kill a cow a dozen times over pounded through his body.

It was the push Leo needed. He came hard. His load exploded out of his spasming cock, spraying spurt after spurt of hot, practically steaming jizz all over his face.

His walls fluttered around the dildo. His walls gripped it tightly, milking the length of it. His body pulled it so deep that Chimera had to let go, the balls very nearly swallowed up by his hole.

After a minute or so, the intensity subsided. He groaned as he came down from the high, every ounce of strength drained from his body. His nipples, cock, and balls tingled from the shock, but it felt good. He felt dirty, but also satisfied and fulfilled in a way he’d never felt before.

Chimera laughed. He shoved Leo’s lower body off his lap, leaving the dildo buried firmly in Leo’s ass while he stood. One of the henchmen handed him a rag, which he wiped his hands on before tossing it on top of Leo’s face.

He turned to look at McInnes and said, “The two of you are free to go.” He gestured to the henchman watching McInnes and said, “Just tell him where you want to go. They’ll bag you and transport you there.”

“Maybe you were right,” Chimera said to McInnes as the darkness encroached on the periphery of Leo’s vision. “I can’t say I was very impressed by this one. So much for heroes, huh?”

The last thing Leo remembered before his exhaustion caught up with him was Chimera’s snide laugh.